The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 528 A Surprise Idea

The risk of taking the initiative to attack is too great. If you are not careful, you will die. Yang Nanzhen gritted his teeth, and the three of them stood firm to meet the enemy's uninterrupted attack.

Either way, it's death, so it's better to take the initiative to attack, as Company Commander Xia said, maybe there is still a chance.

At worst, we should wipe out more foreign devils.

"Wang Huzi, go and call Wu Liang over."

"Hey."

Wu Liang was an ordinary soldier of the machine gun company, with dots on his arms, the same as Wang Huzi's situation, the four of them squatted in the shallow bomb shelter, Xia Yuan briefly explained the action plan to them.

"After the enemy's plane performance is over, it is estimated that this group of foreign devils will launch an attack on the position. The initiative is in their hands. We have been passively holding on to the position. How long can we hold on to this kind of hold? will rush to the ground."

Xia Yuan thought about it, looked at the soil flowers that kept blooming on the black hillside, and said: "I guess the foreign devils are preparing to attack now, and we just want to catch them by surprise while they are preparing."

hum!
Da da da da!
Suddenly another P51 fighter jet swooped down to the ravine and fired a row of bullets fiercely.

The 51-pound in-flight bomb under the belly of the P500 had already been dropped, but the driver vaguely saw someone on the ground, so he fired, regardless of the hit rate, and fired randomly, and the bullets crackled on the ground.

The four quickly avoided.

With a buzzing sound, the P51 fighter jet flew over their heads.

"Grandma, don't let me chat for a day, instructor, how about we get into a fight?" Wang Huzi cursed.

"He won't come back, he just shot and harassed indiscriminately." Xia Yuan shook his head, listening to the engine of the fighter jet drifting away.

"It's a big chance to miss. Isn't this a waste of bullets? The American devils are really rich. No matter what they can't hit, they have to shoot them." Wang Huzi muttered.

In fact, when the U.S. military planes return to the airport, the chief will reward the pilots for the large consumption of ammunition. If they attacked the ground in World War II, they would definitely have to leave some machine gun bullets. Now, they have nothing to worry about because they think they have encountered the most vulnerable army in the world.

They are very backward, not to mention planes, but they don't even have decent tanks, so they can consume machine gun ammunition recklessly.

"Okay, Wang Huzi, the business is important." Yang Nanzhen turned to look at Xia Yuan, and said, "Commander Xia, please continue to talk about what we should do next."

"Pack up the weapons and equipment, let's go straight away." Xia Yuan put his big eight grains behind his back, picked up a Thomson, and checked the condition of the gun, it was not bad.

"Here are the magazines." Wu Liang handed over a few magazines.

"Thank you." Xia Yuan replied, and then said to Wang Huzi: "Wang Huzi, you bring your Czech style, and also, bring an extra Thompson."

"Hey!"

Wang Beard brought two Czech-style machine gun magazines and five Thomson submachine gun magazines, stuffing his body full.

Wu Liang and Yang Nanzhen brought two submachine guns to use alternately.

"There are not many grenades. We seized some from the foreign devils, that's all." Wu Liang carried a box, opened it, and there were more than a dozen grenades in it. They were divided evenly, and each person got four grenades.

"The number of grenades is not large, but we are going to make a surprise attack, so we can use the grenade to greet them first."

"Damn it, catch them by surprise!" Wang Huzi grinned.

"Commander Xia, shall we set off now?" Yang Nanzhen asked.

"There's nothing left to bring, let's go now."

Xia Yuan checked his weapons and equipment, and found that the grenades were all strapped to his body. After making sure that he had nothing to take with him, he led the three of them across the mountain.The enemy's artillery fire continued with the bombardment of the muscle groups, and the American soldiers in the rear were ready to move. They looked at the Chinese positions covered by the artillery fire, with happy smiles on their faces.

The lieutenant of the US military stood in the crowd and brainwashed a group of soldiers.

"The Chinese are a backward country. They have nothing, no tanks, no planes, not even food."

"And we have everything, planes, tanks, and countless supplies. If you are injured, we also have the most advanced hospital ship in the world to escort you. If you are injured on the battlefield, our country and people will Remember you, remember what you did for America today! They will give you the Medal of Honor and retire you."

"We are the most advanced and powerful country in the world. Don't be stopped by a country that can't even afford food."

"Boys, when our aviation formation finishes their performance, let those damned Chinese see how good we are, and let the air formation in the sky see our performance!!"

The impassioned speech worked, and many American soldiers rekindled their fighting spirit. They held up their semi-automatic rifles and roared angrily.

The atmosphere suddenly reached its peak.

Among the wet grass, four figures approached quietly.

"What are they talking about? Chirping, more annoying than our birds."

"Ghost knows, seeing how excited they are, don't they think they wiped out us all?"

"It's a good daydream."

"Shh, someone is coming!"

Pattaptaptap, raindrops fell from the leaves, an American soldier came to the grass, took off his pants and was about to hiss, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and a low voice came from his ear: "Do it!"

He immediately felt his calf being grabbed, caught off guard, and fell backwards uncontrollably, and then his mouth and nose were covered by a pair of dirty palms.

"Well!"

His eyes widened and he let out a whimper. His throat seemed to be pierced by some icy sound. Hot blood gushed out from his throat, and in the end he could only make a human-like sound.

The body twitched a few times, but there was no movement.

Xia Yuan swung one leg back and squatted on the ground with the other leg, staring coldly at the US military swaying under the lights in the distance. Only on the battlefield could he find his own value.

"Commander Xia, how do you feel?" Yang Nanzhen asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's okay." Xia Yuan patted the body that was gradually cooling down beside him, "Take away the ammunition, we are ready to act."

Wu Liang and Wang Huzi moved quickly, one pulled the grenade, the other took off the bullet bag, put the things in their pockets, looked at Xia Yuan and Yang Nanzhen who continued to grope forward, they looked at each other, and followed carefully.They were already very close to the US military station. On this low hill, some tents were pitched. There were ammunition and a small amount of supplies in the tent. The US military on the position had to have a company, occupying the entire hill.

"There are a lot of foreign devils, Company Commander Xia, how do we fight?"

A company of US troops, numbering more than 200 people, did not frighten Yang Nanzhen. Their positions were often attacked by a battalion of US troops.

It's just that he didn't understand a little bit, the number of US troops attacking was not small, but why there was only one company of enemies on the hill they touched.

Xia Yuan was on the top of the hill, so he observed the situation on the opposite high ground. There were only bunkers on some high ground. Those hills were opposite to them, and this hill was behind those hills. The situation was not bad. The strength of the US troops The situation was similar to the other positions, the most important thing was that Xia Yuan took a fancy to these tents.

There are a lot of tents, and visually it is a hub for providing supplies to the US military in several positions around. Hitting here, harassing a bit, and moving a box of cans is enough for the four of them to have a full meal.

Yang Nanzhen, Wang Huzi, and Wu Liang, they all tightened their belts, and their padded clothes were pleated inwards. Their waists were terribly thin. You won't feel too hungry, and you can eat some weeds if you have nothing to do, and you can hold it for a while.

Therefore, the first thing Xia Yuan did when he arrived was naturally to get food.

"Commander Xia, what are you looking for?"

Seeing that Xia Yuan didn't make a sound, Yang Nanzhen glanced at him, and saw Xia Yuan looking around, as if he was looking for something.

"Truck, the truck of the American devils, they will pull up the supplies, they will definitely need a truck."

Xia Yuan turned on the night vision, searched while lowering his voice, but couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

"Could it be that the enemy drove the car away?"

"I don't rule out the possibility, don't worry about it, let's get rid of this enemy first."

Xia Yuan's tone suddenly became cold, "In this way, I will redistribute the battle plan. This time, we will not only eliminate the foreign devils, but also make some food."

As soon as they heard the food, the three people's eyes lit up. They had been hungry for several days, drank dew, ate wild grass, and their stomachs were empty. They had nothing, and they were already starving.

It's a good feeling to make food.

"Instructor, I'm going to get some food!" Wu Liang volunteered.

"See if there are any tents. The food is inside. When there will be a fight, I will run in and pick up food." Xia Yuan turned his head and asked, "Is it possible?"

"Commander Xia, don't worry, it will definitely work!"

Wu Liang laughed, took off his things and threw them on the ground, holding only a submachine gun.

"Row."

Xia Yuan picked up the grenade that Wu Liang threw on the ground, and held one in his hand, "Get ready, once the fight starts, the bullets don't have eyes, and Wang Huzi will put pressure on the enemy, you know?"

"Commander Xia, don't worry, I've called you once, and I know what to do."

Full of confidence, Wang Huzi opened the Czech-style bracket, lay down on the ground, clasped the handle of the Czech-style gun with his dirty palm, and put his shoulder against the butt of the gun. Everything was ready.

Yang Nanzhen and Xia Yuan each held a few grenades, approached the enemy's position quietly, and looked at the enemies gathered together. This was a golden opportunity. Throwing it out, the grenade drew a graceful arc in the eyes of the three, and landed steadily on top of the enemy's head.

Boom.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and broken shrapnel flew everywhere, killing six or seven American devils on the spot.

"It's good to lose!"

Yang Nanzhen was overjoyed. This grenade was thrown directly on top of the enemy's head, impartially, as if it had been carefully calculated, and the throw was too stable.

Not to be outdone, he threw out the grenade on his body as quickly as possible, and one after another the grenade fell into the enemy group, blinding the enemy on the spot.There were voices of American devils yelling everywhere, and some American soldiers found the direction from which the grenade was thrown, and shouted:

"The Chinese are here, they touched it! Fuck! How could they appear here."

These American devils were still fighting high just now, and just a few grenades wiped out their fighting will. There is no way, Xia Yuan's bombing itself is a master's blessing, and as time goes by, his proficiency has also increased. Getting higher and higher, gradually approaching the master level, breaking through the master level, the bomb throwing skills can truly reach the level of arbitrary.

Besides, Yang Nanzhen, they have a lot of bomb-throwing training on weekdays, and Yang Nanzhen, as an instructor, has excellent bomb-throwing skills. He can throw ten bombs and nine of them will hit the target. Although the bombing distance is not top-notch in the army , but the hit rate is very good.

The grenade thrown by the two of them seemed to have eyes, and they picked places with many enemies to fall.

One grenade fell on the enemy group, blossomed, and sent the American devils back to their hometown.

"The devils are coming up, Company Commander Xia, instructor, quickly retreat." Wang Huzi kept staring at the enemy, seeing the lieutenants of the American Devils organize a group of soldiers and rush towards Company Commander Xia and the others, his heart skipped a beat. tight.

Da da da, the submachine gun rang, Xia Yuan squatted on the ground, squinted his eyes, and pressed the trigger mercilessly, a shuttle of bullets was consumed at an extremely fast rate of fire, his arms were extremely stable, even the recoil of a heavy machine gun It can be controlled, the recoil of the submachine gun is not a problem at all, and the bullets fired are all evenly controlled on a scattering line.

Xia Yuan has the skills of a firearms master. Whether it is a light or heavy machine gun, a submachine gun, or an automatic rifle, he can use it as he likes. He is quite clear about the trajectory of bullets, so when using firearms, he has a general idea in mind. Knowing how to suppress the muzzle and distribute the bullets evenly can improve the hit rate.

The enemies who rushed up were knocked to the ground by a series of bullets flying from the grass. The submachine gun was weak and had a short range, but it couldn't bear the fast firing speed of the bullets. In the blink of an eye, six or seven bullets flew into a person's body , directly knocked people out, and ran forward for a certain distance before falling to the ground.

When people are shot, they are confused and feel no pain. The American soldiers who were shot didn’t realize that they were shot. They didn’t know that they were shot until they fell to the ground and were dragged back. They didn’t scream. It took a while to feel the piercing pain and let out screams. The American medical soldier took out a needle, pierced him, stretched out his hand, and called two soldiers to drag the soldier back.

(End of this chapter)